Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The pages of a book hold secrets untold,
A world of knowledge waiting to unfold.
From history to science, art to math,
Reading can open doors on any path.
No matter your age, there's always more to learn,
New ideas and perspectives waiting to turn.
Read more and more and the more you'll know,
And the more you'll grow, the more you'll bestow.
So pick up a book and take a look,
At all the wonders waiting inside.
You never know what you might find,
Or what new knowledge you'll gain in kind.
For reading is a journey that never ends,
A lifelong pursuit of wisdom and friends.
So let the pages turn and the stories unfold,
And discover the treasures that books do hold.
In the poem, Education And Life's Lessons by Catherine Pulsifer, knowledge is celebrated as a valuable treasure that leads to wisdom and a life with less strife. The poem shows the role of teachers and classrooms in guided learning, providing structure for acquiring knowledge. Life's lessons, on the other hand, are portrayed as tests of our will and opportunities for personal growth. The poem encourages embracing both guided learning and life's lessons with open arms and using them to gain knowledge and wisdom, ultimately leading to success and personal development.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, knowledge, the treasure of life,
A path to wisdom, free from strife.
Guided learning, a structured way,
Life's lessons, a game we play.
Guided learning, a teacher's hand,
A map to follow, a well-planned strand.
Life's lessons, a journey unknown,
A path we tread, all on our own.
Guided learning, a classroom's light,
A place to learn, with all our might.
Life's lessons, a teacher in disguise,
A test of will, that makes us wise.
Guided learning, a step-by-step guide,
A way to learn, with nothing to hide.
Life's lessons, both trial and error,
A way to learn, with nothing to spare.
So let us embrace both with open arms,
And learn from them, with all our charms.
For knowledge is the key to success,
And wisdom is the path we must address.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, knowledge, the light of life,
A treasure trove, free from strife.
In schools, we learn to read and write,
To gain the power of knowledge's might.
Literacy is the key to success,
A skill that we must possess.
Schools teach us to read with ease,
To comprehend and analyze with expertise.
Proficient reading skills last a lifetime,
A gift that keeps on giving, so divine.
Schools help us develop this skill,
To read and learn, with a strong will.
With books in hand and minds open wide,
We embark on a journey, with nothing to hide.
For knowledge is the path we must tread,
And schools are the light that guides ahead.
So let us embrace this gift with glee,
And learn from it, with all our energy.
For knowledge is the key to success,
And schools are the path we must address.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In books and classrooms, knowledge takes its flight,
Where formal learning guides our minds with might.
Through lines and numbers, wisdom finds its stance,
Enlightening paths with its intellectual dance.
Yet life, a teacher, whispers truths untold,
Unearthing secrets as the tales unfold.
With every step upon this earthly sod,
Experience gifts us treasures of wisdom untrod.
Knowledge blends in this harmonious blend,
Formal education and lessons life does send.
Optimistic hearts embrace the light it brings,
As we learn to grow through Life's sacred strings.
Catherine Pulsifer’s poem, Hope And Wisdom Intertwine, encourages continuous learning. The poem describes how hope and wisdom grow together in the quiet moments of the morning. It goes on to describe learning as a vibrant stream where aspirations weave an endless dream. The poem emphasizes the importance of continuous learning and how it promotes optimism. The poem also shows how learning helps conquer fear and encourages readers to embrace this timeless art.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the quiet breaths of morning's glow,
Where hope and wisdom intertwine and grow,
There lies a tale of boundless might,
In learning's dance, in knowledge's light.
Continuous learning, a vibrant stream,
Where aspirations weave an endless dream,
A tapestry spun with threads so fine,
In the tapestry of time, it finds its line.
In days ahead, its gifts we share,
A legacy woven with utmost care,
In every word, in every deed,
The wisdom sown, it's learning's seed.
Optimism blooms in learning's field,
A boundless harvest, richly yield,
In every question, every quest,
Continuous learning, our hearts invest.
The world unfolds, a vast expanse,
In the curious minds, there's a dance,
A melody of knowledge, sweet and clear,
In continuous learning, we conquer fear.
So let us embrace this timeless art,
Let it ignite every beating heart,
For in its essence, we find our song,
A symphony of hope, forever strong.
Poet: James Montgomery
Higher, higher will we climb
Up the mount of glory.
That our names may live through time
In our country's story:
Happy when our welfare calls.
He who conquers, he who falls.
Deeper, deeper let us toil
In the mines of knowledge.
Nature's wealth and learning's spoil
Win from school and college;
Delve we there for richer gems
Than the stars of diadems.
Poet: Owen Meredith
Measure thy knowledge by the weight of it,
Which is a kind of sorrowfulness. Men
Dig deep, get gold, and judge its value then,
According as the heaviness be great of it.
But love thy wisdom for the lightness of it.
Glad wisdom is not gotten, but is given:
Not dug out of the earth, but dropp'd from heaven:
Heavenly, not earthly, is the brightness of it.
Poet: Unknown
Knowledge ordained to live! although the fate
Of much that went before it. was - to die.
And be called ignorance by such- as wait
Till the next drift comes by.
O marvellous credulity of man!
If God indeed kept secret, couldst thou know
Or follow up the mighty Artisan
Unless He willed it so?
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
I'm up against it day by day.
My ignorance is distressing;
The things I don't know on the way
I'm busily confessing.
Time was I used to think I knew
Some useful bits of knowledge
And could be sure of one or two
Real facts I'd gleaned in college.
But I'm unfitted for the task
Of answering things my boy can ask.
Now, who can answer queries queer
That four-year-olds can think up?
And tell in simple phrase and clear
Why fishes do not drink up
The water in the streams and lakes,
Or where the wind is going,
And tell exactly how God makes
The roses that are growing?
I'm sure I cannot satisfy
Each little when, and how, and wliy.
Had I the wisdom of a sage
Possessed of all the learning
That can be gleaned from printed page
From bookworm's closest turning,
That eager knowledge-seeking lad
That questions me so gayly
Could still go round and boast he had
With queries floored me daily.
He'll stick, I'll bet, in less than five
Brief minutes any man alive.
